Author's Note: I decided that I was going to at least try to expand out a little to different crowds, including those who like Digimon. I am going to admit right now that I am borrowing some elements from the Assassin's Creed series, since I love those games. This story will switch between 1st person and 3rd person and will be written in a different format.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any thing from the Assassin's Creed games.

A stream of sunlight flowed over Hatch Striker's eyelids, waking him up.

He slowly opened his eyes to the blinding sunlight. Hatch quickly closed them when the sun's rays made his head hurt.

Even though his muscles protested to the sudden movements, he sat up and rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes.

What I felt, though, made my eyes shoot open. I saw that my hands now looked like paws. 'What the hell?' I quickly crawled over to a pond that was nearby. I stared at my reflection.

Even though I still had my hazel colored eyes, I looked like some sort of fox. I had silver fur with black fur on the tips of my ears, my underbelly, the ends of my feet and my hands, and I had a black mane. I also had a tail that was silver with black at the tip. I looked sort of familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

A small shifting noise knocked me out of my thoughts and I turned towards it. Lying in the ground where I was previously unconscious was folded pieces of clothing with a bunch of weapons resting next to them.

The strange Renamon crawled over back to where he woke up. The folded clothing was a large, solid white and hooded cowl with a shoulder cape that draped over one side. The other pieces of clothing were a pair of long gloves that went up to his elbows that were a plain black color.

Hatch then turned his attention to the pile of equipment. The pile consisted of a pair of vambraces that were a silver and black color and had a blade hidden in them, a black belt ,which was about twice the width of a normal belt and had pouches hanging off of it, what looked like a Bowie knife with a black blade and silver sheath, and a Kusarigama.

Thinking that these were for me, I quickly put on the cowl with the cape on my left side and pulled the hood up, the pair of gloves with the vambraces on the outside were next, then the belt was soon put on.

I then put the knife on the belt with the handle pointing forward and then I took the Kusarigama and, since it was a chained weapon, wrapped it around my waist a few times until it was nice and tight with the weight and the sickle on my left side.

Once that was done, I began to search the pouches to see what I had in them. Only one pouch was occupied and it had a strange device in it. The device was somewhat small with a few black buttons and a small screen on it that was surrounded by black. The rest of the device was silver, including the strap that was attached to it.

"Greetings."

Hatch was surprised.

"You can talk?"

"Yeah."

"What are you?"

"I am what's called a D-Arc. I am a generation four."

"Cool, can you tell me what I am?"

"Yes. You are an AssassinRenamon."

Now Hatch knew why he looked familiar. He was a Renamon, just like in that old Digimon Tamers show he used to watch.

"Am I in a place called Shinjuku?"

"Yep."

Hatch paused for a moment.

"I'm guessin' that there are probably a group of kids and Digimon heading towards my location?"

"My scanners show that you are correct."

All of a sudden, I heard someone shout 'Diamond Storm' and, knowing what that meant, I quickly ducked down and watched the glowing projectiles fly over my head. Turning my head, I saw a fist covered in flames coming straight for my face.

Hatch quickly swiped the fist away with his right arm and then jumped right to his feet. Now facing his opponent, he saw who he expected to see. Standing in front of him was the one and only Renamon. Her yellow fur was glowing from the sunlight and her white fur was as bright as snow.

Digging around in my head for some moves, I came across one that I thought would work. I sprinted forward with my fists glowing with silver flames. "Metal Inferno!" My fist connected with her stomach, knocking the wind out of her and launching her back.

I then noticed something. I was like half a foot shorter than her!

A solid punch in the stomach knocked me out of my thoughts and launched me into the air. When I hit the ground, I retched a little and then stood back up, my legs feeling really shaky and my vision blurring.

Knowing that his inexperience was going to get him killed, Hatch decided take the lesser of two evils. Spinning on his heel, he took off in a full out sprint with Renamon hot on his heels.

After looking for another move in his mind, he found one that most definitely would work. His body instantly lost all of it's color, then turned into a solid black form. He jumped into a shadow that was being formed by a tree and quickly melded into the shadow, disappearing from Renamon's view.

Renamon smashed her fist into the tree.

"Dammit, I let him get away."

Rika Nonaka ran up to her vulpine partner

"Don't worry Renamon, we'll get him."

Renamon sighed and nodded

"I guess you're right, Rika."

Hatch reappeared from a shadow that was being cast from a water tower on a nearby skyscraper, though he then lost his balance and fell off of the platform the water tank was on and landed flat on his face.

"Ow."

"That had to hurt."

Hatch glared at the D-Arc that was now strapped to his wrist.

"Shut up."

I then walked over to the edge of the skyscraper and stared off into the large city that was before me.

"Jeez, this is a large city."

I then sat down with my legs hanging over the ledge and pulled my hood down.

"Even with Renamon trying to kill me and being stuck in a Digimon's body, maybe this whole thing might actually be kind of fun."

Author's Note: My first attempt at a Digimon story. Remember to leave a review and maybe possible suggestions on how I could make it better.